The night enveloped everything, and boundless darkness covered the earth. Clouds floated in the air, layered and layered, slowly covering the remaining moon. Looking up, the whole sky was dark without any starlight.

People living in the bustling new urban area have already fallen asleep one after another, or for a small number of young people, the colorful nightlife has just begun.

In the dilapidated and backward old city, many people act quietly in the dark, like hunters lurking in the night, waiting for the appearance of their prey.

This is a group of people who are not well-dressed. They are not living in good condition. Everyone is holding weapons, hunting rifles, or pistols, and some people are holding brand new machine guns and shotguns.

"Have you followed, Falken's boys are coming." The leading man said softly.

"Are we not enough manpower? We had lost thirty-seven people in the fire exchange the day before yesterday, and there was not much ammunition."

"Don't worry about this. I heard that the people above asked us to wait for the opportunity. Donnie would not give up on us. He had secretly stored a large number of weapons in various parts of the old city for a long time! The rumors said that Donnie was planning something. We need to inspire more people to resist Falken. The dawn will definitely come."

"That mechanic? I heard that he can make various weapons in batches, but I don't know whether it is true or false." People were excited. Superpowered people are rare after all, let alone Donnie, a very well-known person.

"I heard that he has a fierce personality, right?"

"Does his inspiration to resist mean that he wants to replace Falken and become the new gangster boss?"

The team is mostly young people. They talk about each other and their faces show a look of yearning. This is a group of people of different ages. There are leaders in their forties and fifties, and young people in their seventeen or eighteen years old. Although they have fought with Falken several times during these days, it is still hard to hide the young people's character.

"Why do we have to fight? Why don't we tentatively make peace with the Falken family?" A young man was a little timid and said silly.

People were silent for a moment and then sneered, they were mocking the boy for being too naive.

"If words can solve the problem, what else do you need to do?" A big man waved his brand new gun. This was the best weapon he had ever obtained in his life, and he had to sleep in his arms every day. He used this weapon to shoot and kill four Falken's dog legs.

"But my mother told me that many problems can be solved by saying sorry in time. He reminded me not to always have conflicts with others..." His face was still very immature, obviously not yet adult, and some ideas were still naive.

"What about her?"

"I died, I died of illness the year before yesterday, and I had no money to buy medicine..."

"That's right. If your family can get a job, unless it's a serious illness, they will be treated in time... If it weren't for the Falken family controlling the old city, you wouldn't have fallen to this day!" The leader wiped his gun, "To Falken's villains, 'sorry' is useless. Only blood can alert them. The first time he bullies you, you cut off one of his arms, and the second time you bully you, you cut off one of his legs, and they won't bully you for the third time no matter what. It's a very simple truth."

"In this world, teaching them to be a human being with fists is far more effective than just a mouth! Only when Falken feels extreme pain will they restrain themselves." The leader said and gave the final conclusion on the topic.

People began to calm down, they waited quietly, holding their weapons tightly, with something called "hope" flashing in their eyes, and they were using their own hands to force the sinful Falken family.

Now, except for some densely populated areas, some marginal areas have become battlefields - there are abandoned buildings and factories here, which are the most suitable places for war. Many civil resistance teams mainly operate in the marginal areas, in addition to regularly sending a small number of people back and forth to secretly transport food and bullets.

Except for the large piece of land close to the Arkham area, it is said that it was bought by Wayne Group. It constantly repairs civil engineering day and night, and various heavy trucks transport materials every day. Although Wayne Group claims to improve traffic, it is not very similar, because the noise is too loud, let alone the entire construction process is strictly sealed...

In a silence, the Falken family members finally arrived. The rebels received the news that Falken's miscellaneous areas would be cleaned up tonight, which gave them the opportunity to ambush.

"Hey, the situation seems to be wrong. Why are there so many people coming to them... This is this, this is too many people!"

Although there is almost no light at night, from other areas, occasionally there is light that can barely shine here across distances. Under the blurry night, dense crowds of people rushed towards their location. From time to time, they were accompanied by noise and barking of dogs.

The leader's face turned pale at that time! How could he not know that they were betrayed! Or the news they bought was problematic!

"Bastard, if you escape this disaster, no matter who it is, you must catch him and take revenge!" The leader bit his steel teeth in hatred. He was holding his own weapon, and at this moment, only this gun could give him a sense of security.

"What to do, what to do, why don't you retreat?" People were a little panicked.

The leader scolded: "Everyone is quiet, you are actively exposing your position! Listen, I will stay and cut off the rear in a while, and you will run away in the chaos! After you go back, you must kill the person who sells the news!"

People looked at each other, and some whispered that they wanted to stay, and fought with the miscellaneous people on the other side, but were scolded by the leader. He decided to stay by himself and fight for his comrades for escape time!

Bang bang bang bang!

Falken's people seemed to find that some people had already begun to fire with machine guns, mixed with the harsh barking of dogs.

Some people began to show despair expressions on their faces. During these days, resistance fighters fought with Falken from time to time, but there were no doubt that there were fewer wins and more defeats, and many people died in the war. Didn’t they think that the day had arrived, and they were already fighting with guns and not yet awakened to death? They just didn’t expect that those who died would be so depressed.

People were clamoring, and some people simply took out their weapons and started to fight back. Even if they died, they would have to pull a cushion. Everyone had a desperate and fierce look on their faces, and these civilian soldiers were going to fight to the death.

Rumble!

A sudden burst of loud noises came, accompanied by a loud bang of explosive fire rising into the sky, which was extremely dazzling in the dark night! In the night sky not far away, a giant came slowly with heavy steps. The big guy was about four or five meters high and had an amazing weight. Every step he took could make people feel the ground trembling slightly.

The most important thing is that there is not just one such big guy, but there are many slightly smaller shadows following behind it.

A young man walked over with a stunned gaze of the rebels, stood under the fire rising from the sky, looking up at the man wailing in the artillery fire, with a sarcastic look on his eyes.

"The clown hasn't killed you all... Falken is only one Maroni left to survive. Although he is very disgusted, I have to say that your Falken family has made great contributions to this point, otherwise I would have to do some tricks."
Chapter completed!